Day #266 - Phil "the Shark" Cooper

the Shark's religion is greed, more importantly greed without remorse. He earned his moniker not from being a loan shark (which he is) but from preying on the innocent, he'd smell the blood a mile away and would circle his prey and then finally strike when there was no hope left.

This made the Shark an incredibly successful business man at the expense of family and friends, but that didn't matter to the Shark as his only need was greed. It was his passion for feeling on top that led him to cocaine, first he started using the the government produced drug, in the 27th century the government controlled all addictive substances and their distribution network, the government coke was cheap and whilst it gave you a short high it really messed you up as the government chose to cut this up with any number of substances to getter a greater return, one night you might be sniffing borax the next you could be freebasing talcum powder or icing sugar. Only desperate wannabes used government coke, no the real elite still had access to the pure produce of Columbia, the 'Columbian Blue' as it is called due to the colour that it turns when burned is the highest grade cocaine on the market but it's so underground it's almost myth like in it's existence.

Of course, this is the shit the Shark was on 24/7, when he first heard about it he knew that he needed it and in large amounts because that's how the Shark rolled.

The Shark like most men has certain urges that needed satisfying and through one of his 'transactions of the night' (he has a thing for male transvestite prostitutes) he stumbled upon Dante Diamante, whilst Dante was not very good in the sack he did have the ability to supply the Shark with a never ending supply of the 'Blue'

The Shark's heavy addiction to this meant that he was starting to slip up in his business dealings and in particular the running of his newly acquired and extremely lucrative chop shop, he and Dante would have lavish parties in the upstairs office all times of the day or night and the Shark would basically live there and not worry about his other accounts. One particular day, he had fallen asleep at his desk face first into a mound of the 'Blue' s high he didn't even feel the cold steel of the wrench around his neck, all that came after that was darkness.

as his love for the 'Blue' grew he needed to fund his habit by branching out to offer startup cash for businesses